Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TWILIT HARMONY, by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE



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TWILIT HARMONY, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Behold the hour is come when stems are thrilled
Last Line: Thy memory lights me like a monstrance filled!
Subject(s): Evening; Hearts; Sunset; Twilight


BEHOLD the hour is come when stems are thrilled,
And like swung censers flowers shed their fume;
Now thro' the air are sounds and odours spilled;
O wistful waltz within the dizzy gloom!

Now like swung censers flowers shed their fume;
Now like a torn heart hath the viol trilled;
O wistful waltz within the dizzy gloom!
Like a lone shrine the sky with sorrow is filled.

Now like a torn heart hath the viol trilled,
A shy heart that doth hate all dark and doom!
Like a lone shrine the sky with sorrow is filled.
The sun is drownéd in his blood's own spume.

A shy heart that doth hate all dark and doom
Drinks every drop from the waned light down-spilled.
The sun is drownéd in his blood's own spume.
Thy memory lights me like a monstrance filled!





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